St. George's Primary School, Surrey

"Goodbye, Mom"

"See you in the afternoon, let's chirp~" Ivey opened the door from the car and got out of the car and wiped the lipstick marks on his face.

Today is the first day of school after Christmas. There are many parents who come to send them to school at the school gate, and many of them are helping their children sort out their clothes, and by the way, they will explain something.

Walk up to the campus, a centuries-old castle about half an hour's drive from the city. Towers, staircases and gates are all steeped in history, surrounded by verdant jungle, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Hi Ive" "Hello"

"Hey!" "Good morning"

"Hi~" "I'm so glad to meet you, beautiful miss!" ”......

Along the way, people kept greeting him, most of them were women, and I think everyone understands the reason.

In fact, the relationship between Ivy and his classmates can only be regarded as friendly, after all, he is almost thirty years old, and he really has no common topic with these children. But whether to say it or not, British cartoons are so fragrant.

Find your class and push the door in.

It was still early, and there weren't many students in the class, and they all got together in twos and threes to show off the fun things they had experienced during the holidays. Ivy found a place against the wall and sat down.

Primary schools in the UK have no seats, and people often sit on the floor. Moreover, the UK advocates entertaining and teaching, and teachers do not put too much pressure on children.

As for why Ivy traveled so far to go to school here? Drive for more than 1 hour every day, across three or four urban areas.

It's simple – because Harry is here.

Young Harry's defeat of the Dark Lord was well known to the wizarding world, and their family was no exception.

Erin sent him here to school to protect him, after all, he was the one who defeated the Dark Lord. The Avey family was also a thorn in Voldemort's side, and Harry's side was also a scruple for the Death Eaters.

"Harry! Don't run! ”

"Catch him!"

The bell for class was getting closer and closer, and there was a sudden rush of footsteps and shouting outside.

The door to the classroom was pushed open with a bang. A thin little boy swept past the crowd and ran to the corner of the wall opposite the gate.

He was dressed in a black cotton suit, the surface was as shiny as wax, and large and small patches were densely covered in various parts. His oversized cotton coat almost covered his legs, and on his feet were a pair of faded cotton shoes.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the door was slammed open again, and Ivy was a little worried about the door.

This time two men came in at once, Dudley and his best friend Pierpoches.

Peel was skinny and had a mouse-like face, and he was staring at Harry viciously, probably slightly out of breath from the distance he had been chasing.

Next to him was Dudley, who had watery blue eyes and thick blond hair, and now looked very fat, at least three times taller than Harry. No wonder Harry used to say that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.

Dudley wasn't in great shape, leaning over the doorframe, greedily breathing air, and he had a pair of boxing gloves on his hands.

"Bastard-ha-Harry, phew-see where you're going—" As he spoke, the two men split into two directions, one left and one right, to outflank Harry.

Most of the surrounding classmates had expressions of watching the play, and some of the little girls showed sympathetic eyes, but no one dared to stand up.

Ivey wasn't prepared to care. For one, without using magic, he couldn't beat Dali unless he used some shady tricks. Second, because he knew the plot, he didn't think there was any need to interfere, just as if they were enhancing their relationship in advance.

There was no one to help, but there was no panic on Harry's face, and he was flexible. This situation has been experienced countless times since Dudley fell in love with boxing.

Peel suddenly yelled and lunged at Harry. Harry was short and dodged to the left, dodging Peel with his right foot to the ankle of his left foot, then leaning forward and using his weight to strain his foot and hook Peel down.

Before he could get up, Dudley's fist swung to the right. Harry's reaction was also extremely fast, and he dodged the punch with his whole body directly on the ground, and then took advantage of Dudley's inability to retract his strength, and ran under his crotch to the door.

He didn't dare let Dudley fall, and if he got hurt, he would never have a good life. And he was worried that Dudley would fall and break his own foot.

Dudley turned to give chase, but Peel got up from the ground and followed. At this moment, the door of the classroom was pushed open again, and the teacher, Mrs. Gwen, walked in, looking at the situation in the classroom and frowning slightly

"Ahem, Mr. Dursley, Mr. Poches, Mr. Potter, please find a place to sit down, and start class at once."

Helpless, Dudley had no choice but to stop. He glared at Harry and sat down in a corner.

To get away from Dudley, Harry ran to the corner of Ivey's side and sat down.

"Hi Harry! Good job," Dudley's threat made Ivy the only student who could communicate with Harry normally.

"Hey," Harry gestured his fist to reveal a smile.

He has bright green eyes, jet-black hair that is tossed up at the ends, and his signature glasses are taped together. On the forehead, which was covered by thick bangs, there was a slender lightning-shaped scar that would not have been visible if it had not been known in advance, without looking closely.

Ten-year-old Harry looks even more immature than when he appeared in the movie, and is very cute.

"How's the holidays?"

"Well, it's ok"

Harry was reluctant to talk to his classmates about family matters, and he had low self-esteem.

Ivy could imagine that compared to the colorful holidays of other classmates, most of his vacations were probably spent in that small cupboard.

"Harry"

"Huh?"

"It's going to be fine"

Harry looked at Ivy with some confusion, he didn't understand what this classmate from a good family was saying.

Ivey didn't explain either

Large recess in the afternoon

On the playground behind the school building, there is a fan-shaped field with bare dirt. Seven or eight kids took over and played baseball.

Dudley was among them, he was the batter today, and opposite his good brother Peel was the bowler.

Many students were watching from the stands next to them, and Ivey was no exception, after all, there was nothing else to do.

Harry sat on the climbing frame in the sand to the south, far away. Finally having a peaceful recess, he didn't want Dudley to see him.

Pitcher Peel was concave. He spread his legs back and forth, leaned down, grabbed the ball in his right hand on the hook, and looked at Dudley with a sharp look in his eyes.

With a whistle, he straightened up and threw the ball hard.

Dudley sinks and squats, catching a white dot from far and near out of the corner of his eye, and he clenches his hands and swings the bat out.

"Bang!" With a bang, a white baseball flew off the field.

"Yay! Home run! ”

"Oh, Dudley, my brother, you're awesome!" ...

"Yo——, boy is quite talented," Ivey raised his hand to block the sunlight and lazily watched the ball fly off the field

"The enclave is quite far .... Far... Well? ... Harry!!! Ivy sat up suddenly

"It's going to hit him!" "Oh! Help him," there was an exclamation from beside him.

Ivey immediately ran over and shouted "Harry! Harry! ”

Harry, who was on the climbing frame, heard the shouting and looked sideways to see Ivey shouting something at him, and pointed upwards. He looked up, and a small white ball grew in his eyes, and Harry was slightly stunned, it was too late to hide. He raised his arm in fear to cover his face.

Ivy was running towards Harry and suddenly felt a fluctuation in his magic.

He looked at Harry, his pupils narrowing suddenly—the baseball that was about to hit Harry vanished.

Harry, who was protecting his face, waited for a long time, and there was no impact or pain as he imagined, he slowly lowered his arm and looked around

"It seems to be a mistake"

With a long breath, he climbed down from the shelf, stumbled when he landed, sat down on the sand, and some of his legs went limp.

Harry rubbed his legs, and suddenly felt something in the left pocket of his coat. Reaching out and touching it, he pulled out a baseball.

Rushing over, Ivy saw everything in his eyes and walked forward quickly and quietly, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, how did this thing end up in my pocket?" Harry couldn't figure it out

"Maybe your cousin stuffed it in, but then I forgot about it"